[center][h1][color=0072bc]Ty Westgrove[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h3][color=0072bc]Route 2 --> Edge of Vareena Forest[/color][/h3][/center]

As the group of trainers strolled across the grassy field and approached the shadowed treeline, Ty heard a sudden pop from his side. Hunk the Timburr appeared unbidden with a determined look on his face.

[color=0072bc]"Hey, Big Man,"[/color] the puzzled trainer greeted. [color=0072bc]"What're you-"[/color]

Without warning, Hunk charged a few steps forward and hurled his plank as far as possible. He watched it collide with a tree in a violent THWACK and tumble to the ground.

[color=0072bc]".....Oookay?"[/color] Ty commented, growing more confused by the second.[color=0072bc]"HEY-!"[/color]

The fighting type ran up to the treeline, searching all around for something. Ty began speed-walking to catch up to the Pokemon, but Hunk held a stern hand up, gesturing to stay back and let him do... whatever he was doing.

[color=0072bc]"...Okay, man,"[/color] the blond said hesitantly. [color=0072bc]"Don't go too far."[/color]

Hunk's search kept him close to the treeline, but within a couple minutes he wandered around a corner and out of sight. The fighting type quickly scanned the underbrush. None of these fallen branches fit his high standards. Finally, Hunk spotted a log of perfect size and coarseness! He triumphantly picked up his find, but to his dismay, the bottom part was rotten and crumbled away beneath his grip. Hunk kicked the rotting log in frustration, sending a bunch of mildewing chips flying. Maybe he would have to rip a branch off a living tree...

Just as Hunk looked up toward the treetops, a Tackle from the side knocked him over. He squirmed around to see a Litleo holding him down, fangs bared. The fighting type scrambled to kick the predator in the stomach. As the yelping Litleo went flying, Hunk stood up... only to take a scorching Ember to the back. The Timburr backed up against a tree as he saw two- no, four Litleo stalk toward him. [i]Maaaybe[/i] he should've found a replacement log before throwing away his old one.

Hunk bellowed a cry of alarm. With luck, his allies would arrive soon. Along with a type advantage, the Timburr's disciplined martial training helped him stay focused and fight with precision against the pride of wild predators. He focused on one at a time, quickly knocking out the most eager enemy. Hunk held his own... but a four-on-one battle could wear down any Pokemon fast. The Timburr's breathing grew ragged as he fell back into a last-ditch defensive stance, just trying to predict the next strike...

[color=0072bc]"Hang on, bud!"[/color] called a voice from the near distance. [color=0072bc]"We're coming!"[/color]

The Litleos' ears perked up at the sound of a human voice. One of them sniffed the air. It immediately roared at the other Litleo. They began to run away but stopped when they remembered their fallen friend. The panicked fire-types looked at each other for a second. Then, the oldest Litleo yowled at the others. The pack looked stunned. One growled a short argument. But the rushing footsteps of humans could be heard now; there was no time to argue. Two of the wild Pokemon grabbed their fainted ally by the scruff and dragged it into the treeline, hiding in the shadows of the brush. The oldest was left to distract the humans.

[color=0072bc]"We're here,"[/color] Ty exclaimed as he finally spotted his Timburr. He gasped when he saw the scene before him.

[color=0072bc]"Oh... a fire type! AWESOOOME!"[/color]

The staggering Timburr gave Ty an indignant look. [i]That's[/i] what his trainer got out of this situation?? But the punk was too busy sizing up the Litleo to pay much attention.

[color=0072bc]"It's already hurt. One more Pound should do it. Don't go overboard."[/color]

Hunk lurched toward the Litleo and punched it in the chin, making sure to go overboard. The feline Pokemon fell to the dirt, barely conscious. It puffed out a feeble Ember, but Hunk was able to dodge the brunt of the weak flame.

Ty grinned as he threw a Pokeball. The Litleo was sucked inside. The Pokeball wiggled a bit. But the fire type didn't put up much of a fight, and soon the ball emitted the satisfying -ping!- of a successful catch.

[color=0072bc]"WOOO!"[/color] Ty celebrated, picking up the newly occupied Pokeball and waving it through the air. [color=0072bc]"Sick job, Hunk!"[/color]

The battered Timburr slowly sank to the ground and crossed his arms, a sour look on his face. He did [b]not[/b] look happy to have a new teammate who just tried to [i]EAT HIM.[/i]

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Medic – Igglybuff – lv 8 – female – Cute Charm – Sing, Defense Curl, Pound, Heal Pulse (egg move) – Medic is timid, gentle, empathetic, hates seeing anyone in pain. She’s been known to try singing to diffuse tense situations. She can battle but would rather not.

Reaper – Scyther – lv 15 – male – Technician – Quick Attack, Leer, False Swipe, Wing Attack – Reaper is competitive, bloodthirsty, and loves battling. He can get frustrated when Ty wants to sacrifice some of his raw power in exchange for flashy action moves.

Hunk – Timburr – lv 14 – male – Guts – Pound, Low Kick, Rock Throw, Focus Energy – Hunk is new to the team, but he seems eager to be an action star… probably to impress the ladies.

?? - Litleo - lv 10 - female - Unnerve - Tackle, Leer, Ember, Work Up
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